body-shaming
the ugliness
of
beauty magazines
~words and image: Debbie Strange
girl
full of songs
when the music fades
away,
who is left inside me?
i am a girl full
of songs.
~linda m. crate
a sparrow hops through
the link
in
the dog park fence
~Noah Berlatsky
vernal
equinox wheezing life slowly
~Sheikha A.
brandmarking
what isn't theirs socio-elitists
~Sheikha A.
thunderbolt
island-domes of jelly heads
~Sheikha A.
some
other me
i often wish i
was some other
universe's
version of me,
this one stresses
me
out.
~linda m. crate
Tell
And what you do, how you dispose of the knowledge, your alibi discerned at the bottom
of your coffee cup,
philosophy
on a whim, something about a cave we used to live in, about a world
we used
to think we knew, about seeing shadows on walls and tearing
down illusions,
about
the sacred and the profane crawling on all fours reminding the world
they used
to stand proudly on two legs.
~John Vlachos
a
table for one in an expanding war
~Patrick Sweeney
sun
behind me, the sunflowers
are acting like they know me
~Patrick Sweeney
he was reasonably sure
the clouded sulphur butterfly
lived
nearby
~Patrick Sweeney
approaching uncomfortable mathematical boundaries
my
dandelion wish aloft
~Patrick Sweeney
everyone
but the sock puppet is avoiding politics
~Patrick Sweeney
He
He got old
all along he kept saying
It
shouldn’t be this cold
~Steve Horel
I'm getting so cautious
been a long time
since I lost a sock
in
the laundry
~Steve Horel
when
the hyper fixation
ends, do we end;
too?
~linda m. crate
Illusion Once
Illusion
once 24B.9 a surrogate of things piled up in corners, their corners,
their closets,
their beds, stuffing things,
finding
78.4 tubes of the decimated heart swept under the rug, always
covering and using
shrouds, wrong places and wrong times,
a
T4 Squared moment where nobody goes, no tension cracks the point, a
dress rehearsal
long gone leaving a Z trail of coal and dynamite, a
perverse reference to extreme respect
and digital elegance.
~John Vlachos
remember me
in
all of my colors
not just your
favorite
ones.
~linda m. crate
hurricane
cone(head) of uncertainty
~Debbie Strange
paleo dig
the waste chamber
of
a whistle-pig
~Debbie Strange
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